My husband was killed in a tragic accident on September 8th. We were in the process of moving our retail store to another location. There was just one more thing to move and it was the 4,000 lb vault. We were to be leaving for a well needed vacation before we reopened the business. My husband was waiting for the movers to come and transport the vault to the new location. I dropped him off and went home to pack. That was it... a few hours later somehow somewhat the vault fell on him. It seems like there were no witnesses so I really do not comprehend what happened. It took the police a while to find me and all was over. I got to see him for a few moments before he was taken to the medical examiner. Since he wanted to be cremated the next time I saw him several days later that was all there was....Most of the religious leaders in our religion do not believe in cremation and in our small area I couldn't find anyone to send him off with prayers. My sisters and I did the ceremony. Later on he did receive prayers by many friends and family of different faiths. One of the hardest things I am going through is that my two daughters each had their first babies after he died. They are so sad their dad didn't see or meet them.